He crumpled on the other side of the door. Holding his head in his palms and trying to muffle his sobs. He was trying his hardest not to groan and curse at the world. All he wanted to was to let out the storm raging inside. The turmoil and anguish he felt could not be described by mere words. That feeling bubbled inside of him, crushing his lungs and making him feel like he was imploding. The weird feeling made him want to go and hurt something, but also – at the same time- beat his chest and howl.
"Why me?"
"What have I done wrong?"
"It was my fault."
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RandomHello. You there. I see you. Looking at this? Don't. It is just a bunch of my junky stories. Hence the title. But anyway, HELLO. Have a good day!
